steve
& bill
cobbled together a foundry. we
poured aluminum
in the rain. miraculously, nothing exploded.
afterwards, heike & justin came over to ask me
questions about
mystic experiences and the brain. it's all the
same, i maintained. you don't need a machine--all
you have to do is breathe.

after that, i cuddled w/ a
cup of chai at a sidewalk cafe. julia, a
wanderer who calls dumpsters "the bum
marché," asked me what the star was for.
an answer came without thought: "it's for the
light in each of us that shines through." she
smiled at that and walked off.